Xi Linxuan lowered his head to read; Weilingxia took up some fabric to trace patterns, feeling fortunate her needlework skills might be useful in the future.
She was no longer afraid; heaven had determined her life would not be ordinary.
Soon it was September 14th, and they were to set out north tomorrow. Weilingxia asked a palace maid if her jade needle was packed, but the maid looked confused and shook her head.
Weilingxia was counting on this opportunity to showcase her skills, so she decided to carry it herself for peace of mind.
During the evening meal, they were silently eating when an imperial messenger arrived, summoning Xi Linxuan to a bestowed banquet. Weilingxia inwardly grumbled at the idea of sending someone as a hostage to a harsh land while expecting gratitude.
Xi Linxuan acknowledged the summons but continued eating leisurely, having Weilingxia serve him a piece of crispy pork. He finished his bowl, rinsed his mouth, and left with the messengers.
Weilingxia, feeling frustrated and unable to eat, put down her chopsticks and had the maids clear the meal. She brewed some tea and sat waiting.
Xi Linxuan returned near the hour of Hai, with the faint smell of alcohol and a slightly flushed face, having apparently drunk quite a bit.
“They’ve prepared a sobering soup. Drink a bit and rest. We’re traveling tomorrow; you don’t want a headache on the road,” Weilingxia said, helping him to the bed.
“Mm, good,” Xi Linxuan replied.
As he lay down, he quietly held her without speaking. Weilingxia’s hand rested on his chest, unsure how to comfort him. At times like these, comfort felt useless. Who knew how dangerous this unknown journey would be?
It seemed exciting when reading about it, but in the moment, Weilingxia was afraid, worried she might lack the wisdom and courage to face what was to come.
“Sleep,” Xi Linxuan gently patted her forehead, his hand warm.
Weilingxia nestled closer to him. He was here.
She slept soundly, without dreams. When she opened her eyes, she was stunned. The sunlight was bright, clearly past morning. She quickly lifted the bed curtain – the room was empty. In her haste, she even pulled down the small gold hook from the curtain.
